Nightmare Attack

Chapter 620 Zhao Xingguo

Chapter 620 Zhao Xingguo

When he saw the hole, Jiang Cheng knew that Zhao Xingguo was gone.

But at this moment, Zhao Xingguo obviously didn't have time to think about what Jiang Cheng thought. In the auditorium where he was, there were also no figures of Jiang Cheng and Fu Fu.

The two groups of people are in the same place, but they can't see each other. The weirdness in it cannot be described in words.

It would be a lie to say that he has no regrets, but the matter has come to this point, it is useless to say anything, what he has to do now is to use all means to survive.

At the juncture of life and death, Zhao Xingguo forced himself to calm down, his eyes slowly swept around, and the ghost was very close to him, right beside him.

He could even feel the breath of resentment.

"Da da da"

Zhao Xingguo immediately looked in one direction, "Who? Who's there?!"

In the darkness, there was a brisk sound, as if a person ran past, and the sound sounded like a child.

child

Zhao Xingguo's face was a little stiff. He suddenly heard what happened before. The night before they were going to search Liu Zizi's residence, but they encountered ghosts hitting the wall halfway.

The ghost left a series of very small footprints.

And the handprint on the back of the owner of the photo studio, it doesn't look big, it's pitch black, it seems to be printed into the flesh.

Their previous guess was correct, this ghost should be a child.

At least the body is.

The scene around here became more and more weird. Although no light could be seen entering, the room was shrouded in a faint halo.

There is a gray feeling, as if separated by a layer of fog.

"Snapped."

Just as Zhao Xingguo was holding his breath, suddenly, he was patted on the shoulder, which made him jump up on the spot, "Who, who the fuck patted me?!"

But when he looked behind him, there was nothing.

The mental torture made his eyes red, the blood kept rushing to his head, panting heavily, he kept changing the direction he was facing, trying to find out where the ghost was.

"Giggle."

"Da da da"

"Giggle."

"Da da da"

There was the sound of fast running footsteps in the darkness, and whenever he followed the footsteps, he could only hear the light laughter of the child, as if playing hide-and-seek with him.

It's just that after listening to this laughter for a long time, it changed into a feeling, like countless needles stabbing randomly in the head, Zhao Xingguo felt that his consciousness became more and more blurred.

The laughter was eating away at his sanity.

In a daze, he felt that his shoulders were itchy, and he scratched uncontrollably with his hands, but the more he scratched, the more itchy, it was the spot where he was photographed just now.

There seemed to be something moving inside, slowly squirming through a layer of skin, as if it was about to get out.

This discovery instantly refreshed him a lot, and a sense of extreme disgust rose from the bottom of his heart. He had never hated his body so much before.

His face gradually became ferocious, and the strength in his hand was getting stronger and stronger. He even wanted to tear the skin open and take out the wriggling things inside.

Throw it on the ground and trample it to pieces.

Finally, after a tearing sound of "stab la", he realized his wish, and he stared at a large piece of skin in his hand.

That's what he just tore off, from the shoulder.

But the strange thing is that there is no flesh and blood on it, not even a drop of blood.

He didn't feel any pain, on the contrary, deep down in his heart, he felt very happy, and he wished to tear off all the skin from his body.

"Itchy!" He wriggled his body in pain, "It's so itchy!"

That feeling seemed to want to squeeze the whole body out of the open wound, Zhao Xingguo's remaining sanity became less and less, and became thinner and thinner.

As he was dying, he heard a faint call.

"Zhao Xingguo."

The voice of the visitor was very soft, and Zhao Xingguo instinctively trusted the voice. He walked towards the source of the voice with stiff steps.

Strangely, the voice seemed to come from all directions, but every time Zhao Xingguo was about to stop and confirm the direction, the call would ring out on time.

"Zhao Xingguo."

"Zhao Xingguo."

"Zhao Xingguo."

Finally, Zhao Xingguo came to a wall and stopped, and the sound came from here.

In front of him was a hill of paper money and ingots, and in the corner stood a few paper figurines and paper horses, covered with white streamers.

Suddenly, there was wind for the first time in the enclosed space, and the thin paper money was blown up by the wind, flying all over the sky, and the paper figurines and horses were also blown upside down.

But... there is a paper figure exception.

It stood there from beginning to end, and it was only revealed after the two paper figurines in front of it were blown down.

Wearing a green melon cap, wearing a bright red festive paper dress, coupled with a pale face, under exaggerated and rough eyebrows, is a pair of huge, bloodshot eyes.

This is a living person!

No, it should be said that he used to be a living person, but now he is a cold corpse, only dressed up like a paper man.

It was the young man who brought them here!

Unexpectedly, it was dropped here.

Looking at the miserable appearance now, it is obvious that he has been dead for some time.

The next moment, the man who had been dead for a long time suddenly raised his head, his originally stiff face twitched, the corners of his eyes raised, and his mouth opened mechanically, revealing a strange smile that Zhao Xingguo was all too familiar with.

Throat squirmed a few times, and then, an extremely uncoordinated voice came from deep in the throat: "Zhao Xingguo."

As the voice came out, Zhao Xingguo's shoulders became more itchy, and a rustling sound came from his shoulders.

Through the wound, one could see that what was wriggling inside was not flesh and blood, but clusters of dry straw.

More and more straws pierced Zhao Xingguo's body. He looked like a hedgehog with thorns all over his body, but he still insisted on walking forward.

Step by step with stiff steps.

At the last moment, he suddenly put his hand into the young man's mouth, and then, as if he touched something, Zhao Xingguo's originally slack eyes suddenly focused.

His hand seemed to have penetrated into another space, and most of his arms were inserted into the young man's mouth, which could not be explained by reality at all.

After he slowly withdrew his entire arm, a straw man suddenly appeared in his right hand, with rough workmanship. Zhao Xingguo tightly held the neck of the man.

Like a toy, the straw man looks cute and doesn't move.

"Finally. Got you!"

(End of this chapter)